'Bird Dreams' by Kerrin Leeb

“Give up your foolish dreams of flying,” said mother. When I swooped past the kitchen window on a sunny afternoon she didn’t notice. I had to do it more than once before I got her attention. “Stop it,” she said. “Idiotic girl, come down”.  I squawked back and skimmed over her, snatching off her glasses as I went. Higher I flew, tumbling and turning. When the glasses shattered, I could see the colour of her anger from way up. There was no going back. So I joined a friendly flock of geese flying south.



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Comments

  1. Oh, I like this. A flight of fantasy (sorry) where a lot happens every sentence. Well done on the subtext.

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  2. v nice indeed ms k x I think of you like Borka ( a goose in a knitted jumper ) x

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